William Bond

Here’s something different for today: the last lines of “William Bond”, one of William Blake’s poems from the Pickering Manuscript. I don’t know about you, but they make me shiver with their beauty every time I read them, especially the last two.

I thought Love livd in hot sun shine
But O he lives in the Moony light
I thought to find Love in the heat of day
But sweet Love is the Comforter of Night

Seek Love in the pity of others Woe
In the gentle relief of anothers care
In the darkness of night & the winters snow
In the naked & outcast Seek Love there